Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 00:55:25 +0100
From: port_pass
Subject: Thinking Back #33
Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Any feedback will be much appreciated.
This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if
you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.
Part 33
Miguel picked me off the floor and dragged me all the way down to the
basement. He knocked on the door, then identified himself. His younger
brother, Leo, opened the door. My first -- disturbing -- surprise was to
see that Leo was naked, sporting a shameless hard-on on his hairless
prick. As we walked into the room, Leo locked it again in our back.
We came to what was obviously the Correias' playing room, taking up most of
the basement of the house. It was a large space, with no windows but well
lit with rows of fluorescent lights, ceiling and walls painted white. There
was a snooker table in the middle of the room, a large TV and a powerful
stereo equipment in a corner, and brown leather sofas and a few closed
cupboards along the walls.
Mr Correia had married and divorced three times, and everyone in the
neighbourhood knew as well of his reputation for fucking plenty of other
women on the side. One of them -- as I had now painfully found out -- my
own mother.
Somehow, he had always managed to obtain the custody of the off-spring he
had from his three wives, all of them, except for Eduardo upstairs, were
now there in the basement room.
Leo was the youngest, in fact a couple of months younger than me. I didn't
know him much, as he went to a different school and neither of us really
hanged around the neighbourhood that much. Even though we were the same
age, he was clearly more developed than me, taller, stronger, and his
relentlessly erect penis was already easily twice the size of mine.
For a moment, my arrival seemed to be ignored, giving me time to fully
apprehend the scene of debauchery before me.
The second older brother, Tito (24), was sitting back on a sofa, with the
youngest of the sisters, Anita (13). She was lying face down,
enthusiastically sucking her brother's cock and offering her slit to his
probing fingers.
Vitor was on another sofa and was fondling the large breasts of his elder
sister, Marina (22), sitting next to him.
The most shocking thing, however, was that there was someone else there,
apart from the Correia siblings. Kneeling on the floor, with his face
buried between Marina's spread thighs, was my brother Carlos, eagerly
licking her pussy. He was the only one that wasn't naked: he was wearing a
dress, a short knitted red dress that slid up, in his kneeling position, to
expose his muscular hairy arse. He also wore a pair of white lace panties,
but they were pulled down his strong legs exposing his arse-crack, as well
as a pair of red tie-around sandals on his feet, with the typical high
platforms that were in fashion in the seventies. To crown his obscene
attire, sticking out of his hairy arse-hole was what seemed to be the
bottom of a soda bottle lodged in his rectum. To signal his total demise,
his raging hard-on had slipped out of the crotch of the lace panties,
obscenely evidencing his arousal from the whole degrading situation.
The shock of watching my mother upstairs taking two Correia cocks like a
cheap whore was nothing compared with seeing my brother in that degrading
display. The strongest, overwhelming, feeling I had then, the one that was
bringing up the tears that ran down my face as I watched the spectacle in
front of me was shame. A mortifying humiliation, worse than anything I had
had to endure those last terrible days.
Somehow, my macho jock brother was still, in my mind, the projection of my
own annihilated manhood, and now there he was, himself stripped of his
maleness by his best friend and his degenerate siblings. It was also the
disgrace of all my family, with me, my mom and my brother, all submitting
to the depraved lust of the Correias, and my dad a cheated husband and the
shamed father of two emasculated sons.
"Look what I found out outside, people!" Miguel triumphantly announced,
suddenly breaking my stunned trance and catching the attention of his
siblings and my own brother. "Alex, meet your sister Carla, nicknamed 'The
Whore'" he added with a loud laugh that all the others followed.
When Carlos, or Carla..., turned his face away from Marina's hairy bush I
saw he had his lips covered in red lipstick, part of it smeared from
rubbing on Marina's cunt-lips. His eyes were also stressed with black
eye-liner and his eye-lids covered with green shade. His grotesquely
painted face first froze in utter shock at seeing me there, an unexpected
witness to his degradation, but after that first reaction, his look turned
quickly into a burning anger that drove a cold shiver down my spine.
In the middle of all the thoughts and feelings running through my head, I
think there was also some satisfaction for seeing my ruthless, abusive
brother degraded like that, as if the Correias were exacting the revenge I
knew I would never be man enough to take.
However, neither of us was in control of that bizarre situation. Miguel
pushed me forward, defeating my reluctance in approaching the group. As I
came closer, Anita got up from the sofa and walked up to me, with a bright
smile on her face. She was my height, with long black hair, blossoming
peachy breasts and a still hairless slit, shining with wet juice brought
out by Tito's fingers, or whatever other dissolute activities she might
have been engaged before.
To my surprise, she kissed me tenderly on the lips, at the same time
placing her hand on my crotch. I felt her fingers groping my little prick,
which had sprung up embarrassingly hard again at the sight of the orgy in
the basement. "I may want to play with your lovely little clit later on,
but first we have to make you very, very pretty". While the rest of them
cheered her, she turned to Miguel and Leo, still standing next to me, and
coldly ordered them to strip me. Before I could even think of resisting
them, they roughly took off my shirt, shorts, and underwear. Miguel held me
as Leo pulled the sneakers and socks off my feet.
At the same time, Anita picked her own clothes from the floor and threw her
girly dress, white with large daisies, over my head. The dress was short,
but as was very slender, I was rather stuffed inside the top part and the
pleated skirt was pulled up, hardly covering my arse. Her pink panties were
also too tight for my fat buttocks, but with Miguel and Leo still holding
me still she managed to slide them up my meaty legs and stretch them over
my large waist. Anita then produced a small make-up purse and I meekly let
her paint my lips and eyes. Her older sister's black platform sandals
fitted me fairly well, so she used them to complete my attire.
When she was finished, she triumphantly announced "the new Alexandra", and
all the Correia siblings enthusiastically applauded her work, while my
brother, still knelt on the floor, frowned menacingly. Miguel christened
"Alex, the Slut", to match my brother's nickname. There was no mirror in
the room, but I saw myself reflected on the TV screen, and couldn't repress
a loud sob at the sight of my feminised and shameful look.
I wasn't allowed much time to pity myself, though. Vitor stood up and came
to look me up closer, whistling admiringly at his sister's work. "You're
sexier than ever, slut", he complemented me as his hands rubbed my plump
arse under the dress, and at the same time his hard cock poked me in the
crotch. "You'd be just perfect if you had a real pussy too" he joked. Then
he pulled the dress skirt up to expose my big arse and turned to my
brother. "Look Carla, her arse is just as smooth as yours was when I
started teaching you to be a good girl for my cock. You were the same age,
in fact, but you were a skinny little bitch, while your sexy sister has a
fat arse that would make any real girl proud". I whimpered as he painfully
groped my fat arse-cheeks.
"Bring her here", Tito said, "I want to see if it's true that this little
bitch sucks cock better than their bitch mother". His words implied that he
too already knew my mother sexually, but I now had more to worry about than
that. Vitor pushed me to my knees in front of his brother. Tito slapped his
hard 19 cm [7 1/2"] uncut cock on my face, then pushed the knob between my
red lips. Without warning, he went on to push his shaft, covered in his
younger sister's spit, all the way into my throat. I gagged hard at first,
but that didn't disturb him in the least. He just groaned loud, enjoying
the feeling of my accommodating throat wrapped around his thick male
organ. He pushed my head down on his crotch until my whorishly painted lips
were wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Oh shit, this fucking bitch is
soooooo good!" he moaned, as he started to face-fuck me mercilessly, hardly
allowing me the chance to breath.
With my head firmly between his big hands, I had no choice but to endure
another forceful rape of my mouth and throat, together with all the abuse
he kept shouting at me. It took him a while to cum, but eventually the
pleasure he took from my abused mouth, adding up to the efforts of his
sister before I arrived, eventually took the best of him. I was forced to
swallow one more abundant load of hot cum, but at least I hoped to get some
rest from the merciless face-fuck Tito gave me. I knew this fresh batch of
Correia baby-makers surely wouldn't be the last.
When Tito finally released me, I was able to look around and see how
everyone else had regrouped after I was forced to join their little family
orgy.
Carlos was still on his knees, but he was now sucking Miguel's cock. At the
same time, Leo was having fun forcing the soda bottle in and out of his
hairy arse. His jock body heaved and squirmed as the glass object slid
slowly in and out, apparently without much resistance. It was obvious my
brother was far from being a novice at having his arse heavily worked
out. Every time Leo pushed in, he would tease Carlos, threatening to shove
the whole bottle into his colon, to see if he would be able to shit it out,
or they would have to take him to a hospital to have it surgically
extracted. Carlos would then pull his red lips away from Miguel's shaft
long enough to sheepishly beg the amused 12-yo boy not to do it. The little
kid gloated in his power over the older boy and would answer his pleas by
fucking him harder with the bottle and slapping.
"Tell your faggot sister what a filthy whore you are, bitch. Tell her how
much you love big cocks in your cunt, or I'll stuff the bottle all the way
up to your stomach!" Leo cried. Carlos looked me in the eye and hesitated,
but eventually obeyed him, while all other Correias cheered and
laughed. "Yes, it's true, I am a filthy whore, and I love big hard cocks up
my pussy." I felt that Carlos would kill me with his look, if he could.
At the same time they watched the family benjamin bottle-rape Carlos' arse,
the other members of the family were having fun together as well. Anita was
on her hands and knees, again using her oral skills, but this time she was
eagerly licking her sister Marina's cunt, while the older sister sucked
eagerly on Vitor's cock.
At a point, Leo pulled the bottle all the way out and put it away. For a
moment, he just admired the way Carlos' anal cunt remained obscenely open,
profusely leaking arse-juice down his hairy ball-sack and thighs. Suddenly,
the younger Correia announced "She's ready for the King-King". As soon as
he heard that, Carlos started whimpering and begging. "Please no, not the
King Kong this time, please, anything but that!" I had no idea what it was,
but it was obvious that it was something well beyond Carlos' current
ordeal.
At she heard her brother mention the King-Kong, Anita jumped up excitedly
and cried "Please let me do it, please!" While the others laughed amusedly,
she went to one of the cupboards and came back with a large shoe-box. She
produced from inside a huge strap-on dildo, made of black rubber, with
black leather straps attached. Leo helped her secure it around her slender
waist and thighs. Very adequately named after the giant gorilla, the
monstrous black dildo, some 30 cm [12"] long and thicker than the soda
bottle, was ready for its ruthless task, grotesquely sticking out of the
young girl's crotch.
Carlos tried to move away, but Miguel held him firmly in place and raised
the red dress out of the way as Anita manoeuvred towards my brother's
upturned hairy arse. Carlos' whimpering and begging became frantic when he
felt the apple-size rubber knob press against his arse-ring. Luckily it was
still dripping with his anal secretions, as she didn't even bother to give
him any additional lubrication. Anita lunged forward, extracting a loud,
painful cry from her victim as she mercilessly forced his sphincter to
stretch around the large fake cock-head. I could see the tears pouring down
my brother's face, smearing the black eye-liner down his cheeks.
Without a second thought, the teenage girl kept thrusting forward, again
and again, defeating the feeble resistance of my brother's colon against
resist the brutal, unnatural intrusion. She giggled happily when she
finally managed to impale him with the whole 30 cm [12"] monster. By now,
Carlos was only whimpering softly, totally defeated by the little girl and
her terrible instrument. He let out a long moan as she started to pull out,
until only the giant knob was still inside him, lodged right behind his
battered sphincter.
She expertly waited for a second, letting the entrails close back, then
rammed in with full force, using her weight to drive the mammoth rod all
the way up his lower intestine. I couldn't help feeling some compassion for
Carlos, listening to his agonising cry. It must have felt like the cruel
girl had just split him in two. Yet, he still didn't get any mercy from any
of the Correias. Instead, they all laughed and cheered Anita to rape the
poor Carla even harder.
After long-shafting my brother a few more times, unconcerned by the older
boy's slobbering screams and pleas, Anita finally settled down to a less
brutal rhythm. To my astonishment, he immediately responded to the gentler
movement and started to buck his muscular behind up to welcome the inhuman
phallus inside him. His cock had totally deflated by the time the rape had
started, but was in full erection again, and in fact it was now leaking a
constant string of precum down to the wooden floor. Carlos tried to jerk
off his aching cock, but Miguel immediately kicked his hands away. "You
dirty slut, don't dare try to play with your clit" he barked "you're going
to take that gorilla cock until your pussy orgasms and you show us what a
horny girl you really are".
By then, Tito decided it was time to do more than just watch the amazing
rape of the transvestite handball jock. He pulled me up to his lap, where
his cock had quickly regained its full hardness. He used his fingers to rub
some spit on my arse-lips, then lifted me up, with my back turned to him
and my thighs held together by the panties, now pulled down to my
knees. Tito dropped me on top of his hard shaft, using my own weight to
impale me on it. I screamed in pain, but couldn't stop my wicked pussy from
clenching happily around the invader, resentful from having been neglected
since the day before. For a moment, I was allowed to rest my back on his
hairy chest and adjust myself to the volume inside my guts, but he soon
forced me to bend forward and started to pound my hole violently.
Tito had served as a paratrooper in Portugal's Colonial War in Angola, and
though he had gained some weight in the last couple of years since his
discharge from service, he was still strong as a bull. Firmly holding my
round girly hips, he easily slammed me up and down against his crotch,
making me whimper and cry with every thrust. Now and then, his hands would
land brutally hard on my large buttocks or my fleshy thighs, soon turned
bright red by his vicious slaps.
"Oh yes, you're a hot tight bitch, just like those nigger sluts we raped
back in Africa. Definitely much better than your mother's loose cunt, too",
he groaned.
It seemed to turn him on to brag about his sexual exploits during his
service in Africa. While he raped my arse, he kept rambling about how he
and some of his comrades of arms would take turns raping native women or
men, allegedly "terrorists", or how every white girl would spread her legs
for a handsome paratrooper in the illusion of finding herself a good
husband that way. Sometimes they would even pick up some unfortunate army
or navy recruit, freshly arrived from the Metropole (how was then referred
the European territory of Portugal), and force him to acknowledge the
superiority of the Air Force Paratrooper Corps by raping and humiliating
the poor fellow, who had no choice but to hide his shame inside for the
rest of his life. They knew only too well that any of them would rather die
than ever report something like that and be the laughing stock of his whole
unit and the disgrace of his family back home.
I had been submitted to Tito's pounding and slapping, and to his brutal
African recollections, for some 20 minutes, when Carlos suddenly started to
scream louder. Everyone looked, just in time to see the feminized jock's
cock suddenly spew rope after rope of thick sperm, in a powerful orgasm
generated from deep inside "Carla's" over-stuffed cunt. He never stopped
screaming until he finished shooting, eventually slumping on Miguel's lap,
panting, looking around with a shameful look at the laughing faces of the
Correias and my shocked expression. Looking at the huge pool of ball-cream
on the floor, I couldn't help wondering if Carlos had ever shot so much
when he was playing macho with me.
Watching my brother's final surrender seemed to have driven Tito over the
edge. After a few forceful thrusts, and some viciously hard slaps, he
started grunting like a wild boar and his hot cum erupted. With the hot
seed gushing inside me, I couldn't help feeling inseminated by their strong
family genes as much as I would if I were a real girl. When he finished
injecting his second load into me, Tito pushed me off his lap and I fell
down on my knees at his feet, with the pleated skirt of Anita's daisy dress
barely covering my fat bright-red arse.
There was still a lot of hard Correia cock looking for fun, and I was just
in the right position for it. Vitor came over to me, with his rock-hard
cock bobbing ominously up and down. There wasn't a word spoken by either of
us as he knelt down behind me, pulled the skirt up and easily rammed his
thick 19 cm [7.5"] cock into hole, already loosened and lubricated by his
brother.
As I suffered Vitor's rough dog-humping, I saw Miguel walk over to his
older sister. Marina spread her legs invitingly and moaned contently when
her teenage brother sank his hard cock into her pussy.
At the same time, Leo was helping Anita release herself of the straps, but
they kept the huge phallus in Carlos' arse. The girl expertly reversed the
leather straps and secured them around Carlos' waist and legs. She then
took Miguel's place on the sofa in front of Carlos and informed him that
the dildo would stay inside until he showed his appreciation for the
pleasure she had given him by bringing her to orgasm with his tongue.
After his climax, the huge rubber rod must have felt even more
uncomfortable inside his sore arse, and Carlos knew the only way to get rid
of it was to use his best pussy-licking skills to get the teenage Correia
girl off as fast as possible. With all the enthusiasm and ability he could
muster, it still took him some good 15 minutes before he finally had Anita
moaning and thrashing and her cunt-juice flooded his mouth.
However, it was still not the end of his ordeal. Anita did unleash the
straps, but the dildo now seemed lodged so deep inside that it didn't come
out on its own, in spite of Carlos' efforts. With a giggle, Anita told him
to stick his arse up so she could help him. He waited for her to pull out
the big rubber rod, but instead she picked up a leather belt from the
trousers of one of her brothers and unexpectedly landed it hard, right
across his upper legs.
Carlos screamed in painful surpris. All the Correias were now laughing
hysterically as the younger sister landed blow after blow on Carlos' arse
and legs, while he madly tried to expel the dildo. We could all see his
strong abs contract and distend, as he tried in vain to push the King-Kong
phallus out, with the voluminous knob probably clamped in some recess of
his intestine.
In his frantic efforts, Carlos had spread his thighs wide apart, and Anita
suddenly decided to make of his exposed ball-sack her next target. Without
the mercy of a warning, the belt landed right on my poor brother's
scrotum. As Carlos yelled in brutal agony, the male Correia siblings
gritted their teeth, but none of them tried to stop her.
The slobbering jock was now lying face down, trying to crawl away from
her. She landed several hard blows across his legs and arse, and shouted
"Get back in position, bitch, or I'll strap the dildo back on to you until
Hell freezes over!"
Carlos knew he had no choice. Crying and sobbing like a child, he raised
his arse up again and tenaciously resumed his frantic efforts to spit out
the dildo, but now he was being careful to keep his thighs pressed
together, protecting his balls. Cunningly, Anita gave him a few moderate
blows across his arse or legs, letting him regain some trust. He didn't
seem to react to the blows much, as he was desperately focused on getting
rid of the dildo and on protecting his balls.
Eventually, he did spread his legs again, probably feeling that he needed
to do it to find the right position to release the dildo. Anita was
watching him like an eagle and didn't lose a second. The belt cut through
the air again and she scored a second direct hit on his testicles, now even
more sensitive after the first blow.
The scream was horrible, but at least the dildo finally started to
budge. The excruciating pain had perhaps induced the right bowel movements
inside. It just slid out a couple of cm [an inch], but it was enough to
give Carlos a glimpse of hope, knowing he was on the right course to end
his torment.
I don't know if it was courage or desperation that was driving my brother
from then on. For the rest of us in the room, it was like watching the
scene in slow-motion. First we saw his muscular hairy thighs move apart,
then his abdomen sucked in, as he made an inhuman effort to expel the
dildo. When Anita made the heavy leather strap hit his balls for the third
time, even harder than before, my brother didn't yell the same way. It was
more like a long high-pitched shriek. It turned into a hoarse guttural moan
when the base of the dildo budged again, and then the whole monster
suddenly, with a loud plop, jumped up in the air like a rocket, landing on
the floor just as Carlos passed out and a huge flow of slime escaped from
his gaping hairy arse.
Leo giggled at the sight of my knocked-out brother on the floor in his
ridiculous red dress, then headed towards me. While Vitor was going on in
full force raping my arse, the younger Correia pushed his hard prick past
my red lips. Trying to match his brother's rhythm, he started humping my
mouth with a vengeance, fully asserting his superiority over me, in spite
of being the youngest in the room. I was surprised when Leo suddenly pulled
away, just as Vitor was dumping another batch of Correia seed up my
arse. He jerked his boyish cock in my face, until it expelled a small spurt
of fluid, certainly a lot for a boy his age.
At the same time, Miguel and Marina were noisily orgasming at the same
time, so all the Correia siblings had at least come once. I hoped my
ordeal, and Carlos' too, were finally over.